harry stumbles home drunk late one night to find you asleep in bed, blankets haphazardly flung off your overheated body, totally on display for him and prettier than ever… a perfect midnight snack.
it’s a stiflingly hot summer night. only june and it already feels like august. your clothes cling to you relentlessly, your skin feels perpetually sticky, and your hair stays tied up in the highest bun you can manage to keep as little of it as possible from touching the back of your neck.
harry was out for the night to celebrate ethan’s 30th birthday. (you’d been invited, of course, but neither drinking alcohol outside in this miserable heat nor being the only sober one present sounded particularly appealing to you, so you’d let harry go on and have fun with his mates. you could usually trust him to not get into too much trouble, and come home to you in one piece.)
knowing you likely wouldn’t see harry until morning, you didn’t plan to wait up.
11:47 PM
you: just off to sleep now love, hope ur having a great time 🥰 dont forget to smooch the bday boy for me, i want proof! 💓
you: and plssss pls pls drink some water so i dont have to scrape u off the floor tomorrow xx love you baby
—
a few minutes later, your phone lights up with a photo from harry.
11:54 PM
sweet dinho 🩵: (a blurry shot of harry and ethan, standing with their arms wrapped around each other, and harry planting a massive, wet kiss on ethan's cheek — both boys shiny with sweat and definitely less-than-sober, ethan sporting a huge grin)
sweet dinho 🩵: pls nevr grow a beard i lik kissin ur face wayyy more hehe xx
sweet dinho 🩵: gn gorgeous ily ssssooooo much xxxxx
—
you giggle to yourself, your heart flooding with warmth at the image of harry and his best friend looking so happy and carefree together, paired with his silly typo-ridden messages. you immediately decide it's the kind of photo that deserves framing, and save it to your favorites.
with that, you place your phone on the bedside table and hit the lights, letting yourself drift off to sleep, dreaming of harry's lips on your skin.
—
2:37 AM
harry fumbles with the keys to your flat as he arrives home, his mind hazy after a night of drinking with his mates but beyond ready to crawl into bed with you.
you’re quite a heavy sleeper, but he still tries his best to be quiet once he’s locked the door behind him, as he kicks his shoes off and makes his way to the kitchen. he pulls the largest glass he can find from the cupboard and fills it with the coldest water the tap can manage, immediately chugging it in one go and feeling his overheated body relax instantly.
peeling the sweaty clothes from his skin, he makes his way to you, ready to collapse at your side and pass out.
crossing the threshold into your bedroom, his eyes adjust to the darkness, and he’s met with a sight that stops him in his tracks. you’re in the middle of the bed, completely uncovered — no doubt having kicked the blanket off of you in your sleep due to the heat, wearing only underwear and your skimpiest tanktop, your tits spilling out of it like an old victorian painting.
you’re asleep on your back, legs parted slightly, with one hand resting up by your head and the other on your lower stomach, the tips of your fingers just dipping into your waistband. harry couldn’t help but wonder if you’d been touching yourself in your sleep.
harry thought you looked like an angel. a perfect, beautiful mess. what little blood was left in his head for the evening rapidly flowed south, awakening a sudden hunger for his girl that needed to be sated before he could even consider sleeping now.
carefully, he climbed onto the bed, his big palms gliding up your thick thighs as he planted soft kisses to your hips and tummy. you shift slightly but don't wake, and he wastes no time hooking his fingers into your waistband and sliding your panties down, tossing them to the floor.
he spreads your legs gently, draping one over his shoulder as he settles himself between them. his lips graze the sensitive skin of your inner thighs while his hands wrap around them to hold you open, before dragging his thumb through your dampening folds.
you twitch at the sensation, still asleep but your body as responsive to harry as ever, as he presses a featherlight kiss to your clit. he slowly unfurls his tongue, letting a string of spit fall onto you, flattening the strong muscle against your core — his eyes fluttering closed as his drool mixes with your addictively sweet arousal. his heart pounds as he buries his face in you, obsessively licking and sucking your aching bundle of nerves, soft little whimpers starting to spill from your sleeping lips, so intoxicated by the sensation of him lapping at you even in your wet dreams.
harry's tongue fucks into your weeping hole, ripping a moan from your throat as your hands instinctively find him, tangling fingers in his hair and wrapping around the back of his neck, desperate to keep him on you. he groans, drunkenly making out with your pussy, his face soaked in your pleasure, subconsciously grinding his hips into the bed just to relieve some of the pressure building up in his ever-tightening briefs.
unable to control his need, harry bittersweetly tears himself away from your core, his dick aching to feel the dripping heaven before him.
“c’mere, pretty girl,” he slurs, crawling up towards you as he wipes his face on the back of his hand. “m’not done with you yet.”
shakily, harry pushes into you, his eyes immediately rolling into his head as he’s enveloped by the tight wet heat of your pussy. “oh ff-fuuuck—baaaby,” he sighs blissfully, his mind turning to mush as he feels your grip around him. “y'feel s-soooo goooood, ughh.”
your unconscious whines grow louder as harry drags his thick cock in and out of you, his face slotting cozily into your neck, but he finally rouses you awake, pulling a gasp from your throat as he fully sheaths himself, lifting your leg over his shoulder to reach the spot in your gut that he knows will reduce you to euphoric tears if he hits it hard enough.
as quickly as your eyes flutter open, they roll back, accompanied by a panting moan falling from your lips — your arms and legs desperately wrapping around your boyfriend’s broad frame. “oh—oh hh-harry oh my g—ff-fuck,” you whimper with a crackly sleep-filled voice, your mind finally catching up to the reality that you hadn’t just been having a wet dream.
a drowsy, crooked smirk stretches across harry’s face as he lifts his head from your neck to greet you with heavy-lidded eyes. “good morning, princess,” he rumbles, his voice low and gravely and delicious, grinding his hips deep into you and locking his lips with yours, alerting you to the taste of yourself lingering on his tongue.
you hum against him, your fingers burying into his messy blond hair, spiked up and damp with sweat. "guess I wasn't dreaming then," you manage, a soft laugh melting into a whine as his thrusts quicken, his greedy mouth claiming yours ravenously, tongue and teeth trailing down your neck and marking your skin possessively.
"you jus' looked so fuckin' pretty when I got in, baby, sleepin' like a lil angel, couldn't keep my hands off you," he groans into your neck, his rhythm quickening as he pounds into you harder. you could tell harry wasn't sober — the filthy praise he showered you with a clear indication that he was well drunk, his filter gone with the wind, and it drove you crazy. your insides burn with need from his hungry words and the pressure beating your cervix, the knot in your core tightening as you start climbing towards your peak.
"tastes like you couldn't keep your tongue off either," you can’t help but tease despite your heavy breathing, licking into his mouth with a tug of his hair. harry growls, pulling away from you momentarily to flip you onto your front, tucking the bunched-up duvet under your hips and pressing back into you forcefully. his strong digits dig into your side, his other hand pulling your head back by your hair just so the pillow can't muffle your whines.
"couldn't resist, baby, comin' home to you spread out on a fuckin' silver platter for me,” he mumbles salaciously in your ear, his breath hot on your neck and his bodyweight pressing on your back only heightening your senses, his length buried inside you, causing you to cry out with each slap of his skin on yours. "had to get my mouth on you, had t-to taste you," he stutters, sounding almost desperate as his movements start to grow sloppy, both of your climaxes drawing nearer. "so s-sweet, s'perfect," he moans, forehead pressed to the side of your neck as he pants, your hand flying behind you to grab his hair as you arch your back, his cock beating against that spot in your gut that initially woke you — the spot that makes you scream, that leaves tears streaming down your face.
"ff—fuck, haz'm so c-close, baby," you whimper, your legs shaking as you squeeze around harry, feeling like you’re about to explode, the string of a bomb alight with flame in your stomach burning up rapidly before it bursts.
“me too, princess, c’mon, cum with me, wanna feel you,” he groans, and with one final deep thrust, you both break, his hot cum filling you as you coat him in yours, your hips instinctively grinding back into his as you noisily ride your orgasms out in sync. “ohh fuck, yeah that’s my fuckin’ baby, ughh.. s’my girl..“
his hands reach up to intertwine his fingers with yours, sleepily kissing your neck as you both breath heavily, coming down together.
—
after a minute or two of silence, putting you at serious risk of falling right back to sleep, harry peels himself away, a whiny gasp slipping out of you as he leaves you empty and dripping onto the sheets. he stands, effortlessly lifting you off the bed (ignoring your protests), and carrying you to the bathroom.
turning the shower on, he sits you down on the tiled bench under the water, and with a kiss on your forehead, gently washes all the sweat and saliva and cum off your body. it’s not lost on you that even though he’s drunk and you’re sober, he’s still taking care of you first.
your heart aches with adoration when you look up into his pretty eyes, thought he’s struggling to keep them open as much as you are.
“come on, baby,” you whisper. “your turn. then bed.”
you look after him just as he did you, untangling his disheveled hair and cleansing his skin of the mess you made. you tiredly climb out of the shower, drying off slow as sloths before stumbling back into bed. you don't bother with the blankets, but immediately wrap around each other anyway, not even caring how hot it is.
Becky was drunk. This wasn’t a rare situation for Becky to be in, but she was slowly teetering between the line of fun, happy drunk and clingy, mopey drunk.
Your first clue to this was Becky’s sudden incessant need to be touching you at all times.
As you were walking through the streets of Doncaster, trying to find the next pub, you felt a small hand weave its way around your arm.
You knew it was Becky’s from the vanilla and coconut perfume that filled your sense.
She linked her arm through yours with an innocent grin as she ignored the camera in your hands as you tried to film the boys in front of you.
“Becks, I need that arm,” you whispered to the drunk girl gripping you.
“I need it more.” She whispered, leaning against your shoulder with a sigh making you giggle as you nodded letting her continue to hold you.
Ieuan looked over at the pair of you panning his camera with a laugh earning a glare from you as Becky waved.
“We’ve lost Becky,” Television yelled out with a laughed as he pointed at the stumbling girl, “Look at her!”
Becky, in her drunken haze, flipped the boy off with a huff as she slowly descended to the floor taking you with her.
“Becks, we can’t sit down honey,” You whispered, placing your camera in your knees crouching next to your girlfriend, “you wanna get some food?”
Becky nodded, her eyes barely open as she stared at you, “You’re so pretty.”
“Thank you, baby,” You chuckled, brushing her messy hair out of her face.
“You’re like as pretty as that moon.”
You turned to where Becky was pointing shaking your head when the ‘moon’ she was was talking about came into view, “That’s a streetlight, pretty.”
“And you’re prettier than it.”
You laughed tipping your head back before cupping her jaw, “Thank you,” You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before encasing her hands in yours, “Now come on before the boys leave us stranded in Doncaster.”
Becky nodded letting you pull her up off the ground, your camera now firmly under your arm as you let Becky wobble along leading the way back to the boys.
“There they are!” Bach cheered pointed over at the two girls jumping up and down which resulted in Becky copying him as she made her way over to the boys.
You followed behind her and Ieuan stepped next to you pointing his camera towards you, “So, Beckys drunk.”
“I think they all are,” Ieuan laughed, and you nodded looking at your friends in amusement as they rushed towards the closest kebab shop.
You and Ieuan followed behind the group filming them, as per your job description, whilst trying your best to keep them all safe and out of trouble.
“Arthur please be careful,” You called out to the musician as he just about managed to dodge a lamppost, “For the love of god.”
“Y/n, Becky wants you!” Television yelled from the front of the group making a small sigh leave your lips as you rushed over to your girlfriend.
“Hey, hey,” You whispered, bringing your hysterical girlfriend to the side on the pavement letting everyone else carry on their walk, “what’s wrong?”
Jess walked over to you both checking to make sure everything’s okay, you glanced at her offering her a smile and a thumbs up.
She nodded walking away to follow the boys and you turned your attention back to Becky, “What happened?”
“Are you mad at me?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as your shook your head, “I’m not mad at you,” You reassured her, “why would I be mad at you, pretty?”
“I don’t know,” She shrugged, a pout on her lips as her teary as stared up at you, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologise,” You whispered wrapping your arms around her, “come ‘ere.”
“I love you.” Becky muttered into your skin as she buried her head breathing in her scent, “I wanna go to bed.”
“I think you need food.”
Becky hummed, the sensation vibrating through your chest, “Cheesy chips.”
summary : where you get into a row with a man at a bar and george steps in on your behalf
a/n : i’ve wanted to do this for a while and have been debating whether or not it should be harry or george, decided on george cuz that’s my man frfr. if u want a harry version lmk? x — i want to preface im not trying to romanticise this experience, it was just a concept i thought of considering ukyt are quite social and outside a lot💞
content : established relationship ,, alpha male men😒 ,, noncon touching (not from george) ,, slight physical altercation ,, a lot of swearing ,, protective & angry george
─────── THE BAR WAS packed and hot, full of warm, intoxicated bodies. The lights flashed and strobed while everyone drank beverages of equal brightness to the lights. You stood beside George, his arm loose around your shoulders as it was too hot to be full on canoodling (plus, you both had some self respect to not eat each other’s faces in public). You were wearing a matching two-piece black sequin set, a skirt that barely covered you and a shirt with a scrunch down the middle.
You’d shown George your outfit before you left and he’d approved, making a crude comment about it ‘looking better on the bedroom floor’.
Becky was also next to you, laughing and joking away, pulling faces and putting on accents with slurred words.
You were all somewhat intoxicated, enjoying a light-hearted night out with all your friends. You ran your nails along George’s forearm delicately, his face resting on your head.
You sipped away at your drink, feeling the bitter taste of alcohol on your tongue, but it didn’t put you off. You could understand why many people were keen to stay away from alcohol, but you weren’t one of those people.
There was something inherently entertaining about going out with your mates and getting pissed.
“Do you want another?” George asked, gesturing to your empty glass.
“Yes please!” You said loudly, making sure he heard you over the music.
He took your glass and his own, going to get refills.
You leant your elbows on the sticky surface of the bar, not caring as you were used to the grubby setting and would most definitely be getting a shower when you get home.
You peered over at Arthur’s phone, bending further over the table and cackling as he was playing chess.
Just then, you felt a firm hand on your bottom, squeezing tightly. You yelped, standing up straight and turning around, expecting to see George, but you didn’t.
Instead, there was a young lad, 21 at most, with a cocky smirk on his face, eyes raking disgustingly over your body.
“Nice arse, darlin’.” He jeered, “Care to pull your skirt up a bit more?”
“Get the fuck out my face!” You scoffed, face screwing up in disgust.
Usually, you would’ve shrunk back into yourself and let George handle it, but he wasn’t here and you had consumed a few too many drinks to care what came out your mouth.
“Fucking pig!” You exclaimed. “No wonder you’re alone with your mates, can’t pull girls so you shag around with ‘the lads’.”
Chip, intoxicated as ever, was laughing at your cursing, recording the whole ordeal like it was some funny clip.
“Would rather be with my mates than a sket like you.” The boy argued, his masculinity clearly feeling bruised.
“Alright, well that’s not necessary.” Arthur chimed in, frowning, “You don’t need to call her that.”
Suddenly, George appeared, a cocktail in one hand and a pint in the other. He immediately picked up on the sour, uncomfortable expression on your face.
“You alright, darling?” He put his arm back around you.
For some reason, the guy was still lingering, “This your lady?”
“Yeah? Why?” George nodded.
“Tell your bird to wind her fucking neck in, getting all mouthy.”
“Don’t tell her to wind her neck in when you’re the one groping her!” Becky stepped in, eyes wide at the man’s audacity.
“You’re the one asking me to lift my skirt up!” You shouted in his face.
“Sorry?” George frowned, tightening his arm around you, “You touched her?”
“Oh, come on, it was a bit of fucking fun.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes like he’d made a joke and was part of the friend group.
“No, no, that’s not ‘a bit of fucking fun’. You don’t just assault someone ‘for fun’ and if you do you need some fucking help. Now fuck off.” George was fuming.
“Oh, mate, lay off it, honestly, and tell your bitch to grow up and stop dressing like she’s for everyone.”
Your group immediately started exclaiming, the guys telling him that that was nasty and he should just walk away while Becky and Sabina stood close to you.
You were never one for physical altercations and taking things too far, but he was seriously getting on your nerves and you were too drunk to care about consequences at this point.
You took your cocktail from George and jolted the glass forwards, splattering it all over the man who looked like your stereotypical Ibiza-final-boss.
He immediately started raging, shouting insults and getting right in your face, even going as far as to hold his hands out to push you, but George beat him to it.
Your boyfriend shoved him firmly in the chest, stepping between the two of you and hurling infuriated curses at him. George was pointing to the door, not so graciously shouting in his face to ‘Get the fuck out’.
“George! George, lad, c’mon.” Harry put a hand on his chest, gently ushering him back.
“Fucking twat, honestly. Who does he think he is.” He continued to curse, wrapping an arm around you.
“Let’s call it a night.” Sabina suggested, soothing the moment with her soft-spoken tone. She placed a hand on your back, toying with your hair slightly, “Are you okay?”
“Ask me tomorrow. I’m too drunk to deal with this shit.” You huffed, grabbing your purse and slinging it over your shoulder.
You all bid your farewells, waving as you took George’s hand and made your way back to the apartment you shared.
“Sorry I wasn’t there when it happened.” He sighed, squeezing your hand.
“It’s fine, it’s not your fault. Men just act like that sometimes. He would’ve done it whether you were there or not.” You muttered.
“Yeah, but I could’ve done something in the moment.”
“George, don’t beat yourself up over it. You should’ve beat him up to be honest. I nearly did.”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” He double checked, stopping your synchronised stroll.
You shrugged, “I don’t really know. Just … annoyed. Like, why did he see my outfit and then think that’s an invitation to grope my arse and make out like I’m a slut.”
“There is nothing wrong with your outfit. You look beautiful. He’s just … a cunt.” George tucked your hair behind your ear.
You hummed in agreement and then he tapped your thigh, “C’mon.” He huffed.
“What?” Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion.
“Take your shoes off. I’ll carry you.”
A smile stretched across your face as you bent down, taking your heels off and handing them to him. He took them and then bent his knees, lifting you over his shoulder. You squealed out a giggle, fingers entangled in the fabric of his shirt.
on instagram reels !
‘ george clarke shouting in someone’s face at a bar in london! ‘
georgeclarkeey posted a story !
‘it’s come to my attention that a video has been going around of me shouting and getting slightly physical with a man at a bar from a few nights ago.
while i will say my behaviour was mostly fuelled by alcohol, one thing i will not do is apologise for that behaviour.
i feel that any partner who doesn’t get angry or upset when their girlfriend is subjected to disgusting remarks and non consensual touch, cannot call themselves a true partner.
the reason i am not apologising for how i conducted the situation is because no one has the right to lay their hands on another person sexually, unwarranted. people who chose to do that, don’t be surprised when someone puts you in your place.
that is exactly what i did at the bar. it wasn’t a ‘look at me’ situation where i needed an ego boost, i was simply doing the bare minimum and protecting my girlfriend from predatory behaviour.’
‘yes i’ve seen the video and yes, what george explained was the truth.
i don’t need to say much more as he did it all for me, but i just wanted to come on here and thank you all for the kind messages. for those wondering, i am okay and don’t remember much about that night (drank a bit lol) but i do recall that whole interaction.
Little bit of Harry Lewis smut never did anyone any harm! Let my know whether you wanna see this for more Sidemen- who's next to write the NSFW alphabet for? Let me know, and in the meantime, enjoy this W2S pic:
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Sweet boy once all of the sex is done. Gives soft, chaste little kisses against your back and neck and lets you have a moment to recover whilst he runs a bath. Carries you to the bath and sits down before helping you get in with him- your back against his chest, his humming sending vibrations into your body whilst you sit in the comfortable waters, closing your eyes whilst he massages your scalp with shampoo... Super soft aftercare.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Made this headcannon before, but probably the tummy. You might be a bit insecure about it, thinking it doesn't look as toned as you want it to- but Harry couldn't care less, in fact, he loves it right where it is. He'd love resting his head on your tummy whilst your on the phone- just so that you can run your hands through his hair and make it all spiky and messed up whilst you talk, him just zoning out to the sound of your pretty voice and enjoying your presence... And sometimes just when spooning or cuddling, Harry reaches around to put his hand on your stomach- just liking the feeling of having something to hold. Always makes you laugh because it's kinda ticklish, but it never stops him from reaching around to touch his fave part of you- showering your stomach in affectionate kisses and rubs.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Inside you. Probs started the relationship with condoms but both of you felt it was too restrictive, so you got onto the pill- which was when Harry started his anti-condom phase, absolutely drunk on the feeling of cumming inside you- absolutely insisting to doing it every time. Life's never been the same for him since that.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Probably that he likes being dommed every so often. Sometimes he likes brat-taming, other times he just likes being able to be controlled- told to lie back, marked up with hickeys, get praised- sometimes even degraded. Oh god, this man would just love you being vocal in the bedroom. When he's on top and fucking you he's trying to make your neighbours remember his name. And when you're on top of him, hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing it just enough to have his head spinning, he'd want you to tell him how well he's doing, or say those degrading words that only added to the pleasure.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Definitely knows what he's doing, like, he isn't inexperienced per say. Can do it and leave you satisfied, but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna try new things. Would wanna discover different things with you just to see whether either of you like them... And probably has a few weird experiences that he brings up every so often as if "Being put in a gimp mask" is an ordinary thing.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Depends on his mood- missionary is his all time favourite, but if he's in the mood for it, then cowgirl can't top it. He likes being able to see you- your face and the way your tits bounce every time he thrusts or you ride, when your on top. As we've established, when he feels like being dommed- nothing beats his hands on your waist, supporting each of your bounces whilst he watches your tits jump with each thrust- your hand also strategically wrapped around his neck so that you can lean forwards and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. And when he's horny and has the higher drive than you, he'll pin your hands above your head and pound you in missionary, his other free hand able to roam up and down your body- squeezing your chest or giving extra stimulation to your clit.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Generally, he's quite horny-brained and can only think of pleasuring the two of you. But sometimes, if you're riding and his mind wanders for a moment, he might just let out a "helicopter, helicopter... aaAA-" Which does indeed make you stop so that you can just burst out laughing at him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
There's hair down there. I think generally he's quite comfy with however it is, but occasionally he'll shave it down a bit so that it doesn't become a jungle down there. November's always rough, as he is an active participator in Movember. But as soon as December comes 'round, best believe that man gets SHEARED.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Really very loving. He's passionate and talks dirty when the two of you are clearly insanely horny- but often times he enjoys pressing soft kisses against your body and making eye contact to bask in that beautiful expression you always pull when you're pleasured. Very intimate post-nut as well- will help clean you, tell you that you were amazing, press loads of little chaste kisses to your body...
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Can have a wank if you're away doing something, but prefers to just go to you when he's horny. Doesn't like the thought of doing something sexual without you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Hickeying and marking one another up. He loves pulling his shirt off at the end of the day and admiring the possessive marks you'd left across his chest. And he knew the both of you loved seeing those bright red markings across your collarbones and chest whenever he took your top off- and if there weren't any- he'd make sure you left with some.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed. It's comfy and he knows what he's doing there. Doesn't like doing it in other rooms because he it feels unnatural and isn't much of an exhibitionist- no, he's quite happy doing it in the bedroom where he's accustomed to whatever you want to do
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you doing anything that could be mildly sexual. Seeing you bend over to put the oven tray back in? He wants to fuck you bent over. Seeing you on the rodeo machine on a night out? Suddenly he wants you to ride him. Seeing you doing yoga in the bedroom? Suddenly he wants to rip those leggings open and fuck you right then and there.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
I think he's very experimentalist- down to try a lot of things- but probably not feet. He could laugh about "Gobbling a toe" with his mates, but in reality the thought of a foot anywhere near his face icks him out immensely. Prefers the both of you wearing socks whilst fucking, oftentimes.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Something tells me he'd prefer giving. Getting head was all well and good- but the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his head with a bone-crushing pressure, hips bucking and grinding down- riding his tongue whilst he closes his eyes and laps up your pussy is something that is in his eyes- unparalleled.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast in the fact the both of you are chasing your highs. Sex is mainly for pleasure for the two of you, and so you'll both use each other to cum, before spending proper quality time together afterwards.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not a fan of them. Likes being relaxed with no time limit on sex with you- nothing's a bigger turn-off for this man than STRESS, and knowing that he has to leave in 5 minutes? The thought of having to fuck in the short space of five minutes is too much for this man.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Happy to experiment when you both have the energy and all the means to try something new... But doesn't like taking real risks. If it can wait, it can wait, and if one of you are likely to get hurt in the process or something, he'd rather not try it. Taking risks is fine with him, unless it involves the possibility something could go wrong and end up harming you
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Probably just one round... Doesn't need to go another because he knows overstimulation isn't the biggest kink for the two of you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I'm gonna say he doesn't have toys for himself or use them on you. He knows if he's horny he can just go to you, and the same applies to you
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not much, I don't think he'd really tease at all- he'd be too horny and needy to play with you or tease you- instead just fucking you. However when you were in the mood, there was always something special about teasing Harry- giving little signs in public and brushing against him knowing how it made him felt- riling him up made sex even better, somehow, as he pounded you harder than normal, giving stars in your vision
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not stupidly loud- he lets out grunts and low groans whilst he's on top and leaves you to make all the loud noises. The first time you dommed him, he ended up letting out a little whine. That shocked the both of you, and you both sort of stared at each other for a moment in surprise- but you later admitted you kinda liked that, and so whenever you're domming, he now lets out high whines and sometimes even moans.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One time you decided to experiment with rope. Something about tying you up to the bedframe felt really just morally wrong to him, and he didn't feel comfortable fucking you whilst you were vulnerable like that... But when you gave a go at reversing the roles? When you tied his wrists together behind his back and rode him- leaving hickeys across his collarbones and neck whilst you bounced on his dick- he realised he really liked rope.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Probs above average but nothing that'd be unmanageable or insanely big... Something around six inches, maybe a bit more- but thick, and always leaves you filled
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think he has a v reasonable sex drive- isn't constantly thinking or needing it. When he does want it though, he's quite needy- constantly asking and pressing kisses to your neck to let you know he needs you
Z = ZZZ (Do they fall asleep straight after? are they tired or still have energy?)
I don't think he'd fall straight asleep, but would definitely be tired or lethargic straight after... Lazily gets up to grab some water for you and runs a bath for the two of you to sit in and just relax... Not one to do anything very high energy post-sex
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Crazily physically affectionate. He just wants to lie about and hug you, cuddle you, shower you in kisses and affection... He literally koala hugs you- wrapping his legs around you and all, putting on a movie in the back and not watching it at all, just hugging you
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Right, I can confirm that your favourite body part of his is his arse. Bro is absolutely CAKED. As for you, I reckon he just loves your face. So pretty, so perfect, so gorgeous- likes nothing more than seeing you smile. The crinkles of your eyes, the glimpse of your teeth, the pure affection radiating in your eyes- how couldn't he just be obsessed with your face.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
This man has 2 motives. Either pulling out before he finishes and finishing ON your core rather than inside you, because he thinks it's looks prettier… Or he'll finish inside of you, before pressing his hand down onto your stomach so that he watched his cum spill out from your hole (creampie!😜)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Kinda likes it when you're bratty. When you test him a bit, push his boundaries, tease him a bit... You love seeing him get all riled up and bothered because he treats you so much rougher + harsher and it just makes it so much better for the two of you
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Wasn't really very experienced. I reckon he's not too old yet and hasn't had the most experience but that's never been a problem because you never really knew what you were doing at first either. When you went on holiday at one point though, you and Ginge were just messaging, keeping in touch... And Ginge dropped that he's been reading up and finding out how to get better. You came back from holiday and the first time he gave you head after that, you were absolutely MINDLESS, just completely fucked out because GAHDAYYUM whatever he'd read up on had saved his entire career.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary or cowgirl. Depends on who wants it more at the time to be honest- if you're horny then you have him on his back whilst you bounce on his cock, whereas if he's in the mood then he has you with your back against the bed whilst he's pounding into you. Either way, the two of you aren't big fans of doggy- he likes seeing your face whilst he's fucking you, and you like being able to touch him when the two of you are doing it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Probably not very goofy, I don't think he's the type to say a joke mid-sex.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Copper bollocks
(nuff said)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
That little bit of praise he gives is what makes it intimate, because it takes your mind away from the horny-clouded-mind and just gives you that glow of appreciation + thought of fuck, i'm so happy he's my boyfriend
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
One time was just having a wank in front of his PC, eyes closed because he was using imagination (yeah, bold, ik) and you walked in. Instantly he's horrified, pulling his joggers up, wiping his hand, jumping up. You're just as shocked as well, and apologise profusely whilst he lets out shrieks of his own... Until you look to his PC and see he's got Fifa still pulled up and was customising his own character. He'd fucked up the proportions (likely purposefully) so that the character had a hairline receding further back than the 8yards and eyes drooped lower than the player's nose... You began breaking down laughing at the assumption that Morgan had been sat having a wank to that disproportionate character of his own creation, which he profusely denied- but couldn't get a word in sideways and explain himself as you began crying from laughter.
You still bring that up sometimes.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Pain, but just a bit. Like, he doesn't want to have you crying... But smacking your thighs when he plants his head between them just to hear you let out a gasp of surprise, or pinching your nipples just a bit harder so that you moan his name breathily- he loves the aspect. Even receiving; when your nails run down his back like claws, leaving angry red trails in their wake- or when your thighs squeeze around your head, making him feel as though his head might explode any minute- it's all so hot for him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Caaaar 🚨🚨. You two were always running to get back to the bedroom when the two of you have been out and getting heated up... Until you tried car sex. That was a WHOLE new realm unlocked, and the two of you loved it. It stopped the time needed to rush upstairs to the bedroom with one simple button that flattened the driver's seat and allowed you to crawl over the panel and into the space between his thighs, giving him head in the driver's seat. Every seat in that car has been used to it's fullest potential; receiving head in the passenger seat, riding him in the backseats- fuck, one time you two just drove to the middle of nowhere and he had you bent over the boot getting it from behind
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You wanting it and being horny. Whenever you're horny and want him you're a lot more touchy. Whether that be your hand sitting on his thigh, plucking at the hem of his shorts as if you wanted to rip them off right then and there- or pressing your body flush against him to whisper into his ear something with a little laugh- your voice landing cool on his skin and making him get goosebumps as he finds himself just waiting for the time he gets to take you home.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Bum stuff. He doesn't want to do anal or eat the arse- he's very much against that and tbf, no problem with that at all. You once joked about the fact that the only reason he doesn't want to touch your arse is because he wants you to touch HIS arse instead... The stink eye he gave you had you wheezing as he yelled BLOCKED, and, YOU'RE BANNED FROM MY LIFE
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Loves a good blow. Thing is, he LOVES being between your legs and giving head, and that's what he does more often, because he genuinely likes and wants to give head. He really loves that skull-crushing pressure, the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair and pulling it harshly whilst his name rolls of your tongue so huskily...
But the thing is, when you give a bj, he enjoys it SO much more, because like him- you only blow him because you actually want to- and seeing you so desperate and enthusiastic, undoing his belt hastily as though you really couldn't wait, before giving the most MINDBLOWING HEAD... It's just incomparable how good getting head feels, especially with you- even if it is more rare for you to be giving the head.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
I reckon he's a medium pace, but he's SO fucking rough with it. Every. Thrust. Is. Hitting. HARD. He'll pull out slowly, almost teasingly, before slamming back in so roughly your whole body shakes, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix and making all your limbs feel weak as he quite literally POUNDS you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not massive on doing a quickie because either of you are just a bit turned on. No, you two go and do whatever you have to do (oftentimes riling and teasing one another up if the two of you are out together) before returning and fucking. The thought of a quickie- fucking and then going your separate ways and on with your days- just feels really detached and weird to him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Doesn't mind a bit of risky experimenting, but doesn't like if you were to come up to him with something and say "wanna experiment with this?" because it is a bit of a mood killer when you already know what's coming... He prefers when you've already got your top off, his trousers pulled down, and you pull something from beneath the bed with a little grin and suggest putting it on/trying it. 10x hotter for the both of you. That being said, he wouldn't do anything that's genuinely seriously risky like going no condom or airplay or any of that.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Could go another one if your reaally wanted, but he will can go for a LONG time in one round- he doesn't finish quick yk. Like, he could have you cum on his dick twice before he's cumming, and that's not even because he's trying. I reckon he puts you through more rounds anyways- he'd rather eat you out first, then fuck you and see how many rounds you can go before your legs are shaking and you physically can't do any more if you want to be able to walk the next day.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Doesn't have toys, doesn't want toys, doesn't like toys. Makes him cringe and feel all uneasy seeing those cock rings and milker-machines. No, he's quite happy with a hand or a sock 😐😕
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not much to be honest, I think you're the tease more than him- giving tiny kitten licks to his cock and grinding down on him, making him wait it out before you slip him in... Yeah, he moreso deals with your teasing rather than teasing you
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Let's out "oh fucking hell" in a low voice when he first thrusts in, which always has you weak in the knees when you hear him say it- voice deep and husky as you feel his grip tighten around your waist, the stretch you feel only making you moan even more as you feel him bottoming out
(Cheers @elijahssuit for this idea)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Bit of a two-sided praise kink. He also lets out groans and praises whilst he's inside, just telling you feel so good and muttering you're so beautiful under his breath because he just loves letting you know how good you feel and making sure you know how good you are... And when you're getting head or something, he likes you moaning his name LOUD, and whimpering little praises of your own to him, just affirming how good he makes you feel
(And thanks @fixalice for this idea)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I wanna say that he'd be above average because my god does Ginge emit BDE. What does he emit more, though?: G I R T H. I feel like he'd have a manageable length, but the girth of that WEAPON is always a stretch you can't resist
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not all that high really, he's not thinking about it constantly or coming over to you because he's horny... Mainly it's if you're horny, because you're quite obvious about it when you start getting more touchy, he feels himself getting turned on then, and ends up having to count the seconds down before he can take you home to fuck you senseless
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Probably quite quickly. Holds you and starts breathing slow, probably matches his breathing to yours until he's asleep holding onto you- oftentimes you don't even realise he's fallen asleep- too busy threading your hands through his hair and watching the movie you'd put in the background
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DAMN love that ginge guy. Proper hot, i'nt he? NSFW felt a bit different to write for him bc icl i dont acc watch that much of his content (ive been trying to do moreso recently) but he's still fine ig 🤭
Cheers to alice n elijahhsuit for the ideas again, if anyone else has ideas for fics or HC's then drop them in my inbox and ill deffo incorporate them sometime 💋💋
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-Arthur Hill!boyfriend that just can't stop eating you out. And if he's not doing it, he's thinking about it.
-If he was on death row, his last meal would be you sitting on his face and letting him lap between your folds and pleasure you until you were completely brainless from cumming into overstimulation until you were a babbling mess and borderline passing out.
-He's parasitic. Deriving his pleasure at your expense; he'll become completely pussy-drunk from the way you melt on his tongue and completely forget that you can't handle so much stimulation. There's been times where you'v had to pull him away from you like a leech attached to your blood supply to stop him from manipulating you into your fourth orgasm and making you pass out from the pleasure.
-Arthur Hill has somewhat of a free-use kink, too. You work at home - which means you're available to him 24/7 when he's in his house, making his videos and preparing to go to the studio to record his music. And the fact that you work at home and he gets to see you in your work clothes when you're in your online meetings, or watch you bending to take your lunch out of the oven in your breaks makes him want to have you sat on his face instead of the seat whilst you're in your meetings so that you're not only trying to stay focussed and attentive to what's going on in whatever boring slideshow is being presented - but also focus on not letting your expression waver or let out a breath too loud and whiny that the microphpne picks it up and broadcasts your breathy moans to the rest of your colleagues, whilst Arthur dips his tongue between your folds and lets you grind down and derive your pleasure from riding his face
"Arthur - Chris and George are home right now..!" You whined as you felt hix hands prying between your thighs, an indicator of what mood Arthur was in - and although you felt similarly, you couldn't help but do risk assessment and weigh up what sorts of problems the filled house would propose. "What if either of them are recording videos - my noises be picked up by the mic and put on YouTube - then what?"
"It's nine o'clock, Y/n - neither of them will be recording.." Arthur tried to gently coax you with his soft words and paper-light kisses to your inner thigh.
"Still - what if they hear?"You felt yourself blushing at the thought of the other two housmates hearing and actively knowing that you were being pleasured by Arthur.
"So what?" Arthur's fingers were wrapped around your panties and slowly pulling them down your legs - tentatively - still allowing you to stop him, yet not hesitating or slowing until they were halfway down your legs and you couldn't refuse letting Arthur between them. "I s'pose you'll just have to be quiet for me this time, hm?"
You weren't quiet.
-You were never quiet when Arthur gave you head; it was like some impossible ask to tell you to not be loud. There's been times you've genuinely screamed his name because of how quickly he's had you gushing over his tongue.
-Only time you're ever quiet is when Arthur's got his cock in your mouth simultaneously, and has your sounds choked around his length and channelling vibrations over his cock whilst he tonguefucks you
-Chris and George love teasing you Arthur about how everyone in the apartment block has heard how he makes you scream. Arthur laughs at the jokes and finds something to be proud of within their mocking - you on the other hand think it's the most unimaginably embarrassing thing EVER.
-Different occasion where Arthur tv comes to the flat some time and hears you and Arthur Hill getting it on in the adjacent room... The room he aims to unpack in shares a wall with your bed and he can hear everything from the way Arthur Hill slurps your juices to your high whines and breathy dialogue - and Atv can't help himself from slipping his hand into his trousers and pressing his back to the wall, wrapping his hand around his shaft and pleasuring himself with frantic strokes that become more and more rapid as he hears your moans quicken and Arthur Hill's name exclaimed as you clearly orgasm. And once you've finished, Arthur still chases his orgasm - pumping his cock into his hand and using the noises he'd heard you make as fuel for the burning within his core which brings him ever closer to his climax, until he finished in his hand.
-Atv was horribly shy the next time he said hi to you in the kitchen before darting back into the safety of his room with a blushed face at the reminder that it was you - just your noises - that'd made him finish embarrassingly into his hand not only 5 hours prior
-Omds imagine Arthur Hill litr cumming from giving head asw like UGH HELLO WHY DOES NO1 SEE THIS VISION
-Between your thighs w you laying back like the little pillow princess you are, and Arthur lying on his front and licking and sucking at your core
-His cock is so hard and it's pressed up against the rough material of his boxers so that every movements he makes provides him friction - and so he can't help himself from humping and grinding down to create more friction between his cock and his boxers whilst he lets your fingers tangle in his hair to pull his face further into your pussy
-Puts his hand over his cock an starts stroking it and stimulating the shaft whilst he's got you on the edge because of the way his lips are wrapped around your clit and kissing it with the fingers of his unoccupied hand penetrating and curling deep inside you
-His head's spinning as he withdraws from you, because not only is he completely phased by the taste of your orgasm and the noises you made - but he's also finished in his pants because of how turned on you get him when you let him between your legs
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-incredible affectionate and attentive as a lover and he feels so well loved by you that he feels a guilt to express how thankful he is for every single thing you do
-it's like worship and reverence with that boy
-he expresses his gratitude when you lay love marks on his skin, when your nails claw down his back and leave lasting memories of your presence, when your lips are around his cock, when you ride him...
-sometimes when he's so overwhelmed by the pleasure of his climax, his brain seems to go power off, the only words he knows being thank you - as he babbles them whilst fisting the bedsheets and squeezing his eyes shut, feeling his head rushing from the mindfuck of such a good orgasm
-before he reaches his climax though - when he's not overwhelmed by the feeling - that's when you hear the real praise
-the first feeling of your walls around his cock as he fits himself in always evokes a certain noise from Arthur that makes you your walls tighten around him as your body responds to the noise - breathy and visceral, as it comes from arthur's throat - filled with neediness and a non-verbal beg for more
-and from there it's a stream of hearing "my god, you just feel so good" and "so perfect oh my," that flows like a river from arthur's tongue, like he's unable to shut his mouth yet his brain is completely disconnected as he says every single revering thought that crosses his mind
-your sex with arthur is so sensual and loving and just so intimate, and hearing arthur's confessions in that breathless voice, telling you just how much he loves you and how good he feels with his cock in your mouth
-well. it certainly motivates you to want it more.
-there's a level of whine in his voice whenever Arthur praises you - like he's pleading to you whilst telling you how good you look. a needy note that he only ever seems to emit when you two are fucking
-he praises you like he's scared you'll stop if he doesn't; like his words are the fuel that keeps you riding his cock whilst you bounce on it
-sometimes his praise is babbled so earnestly you have to place your hands over his mouth to muffle his words as you hear footsteps outside the door - a sign of George or Bach wandering in the shared apartment and probably not too interested in hearing how good Arthur's being fucked in his room
-you'll still end up with overhearing someone tell arthur to stop being so loud when he's having sex 50% of the time.
George Clarkey
-Arthur's sweet and soft and an embodiment of the gift that keeps on giving. George is not that.
-George is hard and he's rough and instinctive with how he fucks you, and he's a gift that keeps giving in a very different way to arthur
-arthur would press gentle kisses - butterfly light across your skin, appreciating every inch that there is.
-george would tangle his hand in your hair to force your neck back and give his access to sloppily kiss all over your neck whilst he still fucks his cock into you, telling you between grunts just how fucking good you look when you let me ruin you
-george is equally as loving as arthur - tender too - but sometimes during sex you get to see the harder, more rough side of george and it ruins you in the best way possible
-he likes the push, the rawness, the intensity and the passion, and he likes having you down to your most exposed and real self when he's helping you climax
-george knows its rough, and he knows he pushes your body to its limits, but holy fuck do you look so good doing that - and george isn't afraid to let you know it
-he loves to talk to you whilst he's kissing your body - he gets so intoxicated with you that he cant help himself from groaning how good im gonna fuck you - like it's a promise (which never disappoints), or how fucken good you look when you use that mouth
-oh yeah, also george just fucking loves seeing his cock in your mouth.
-it just gets him so carnal, seeing you worship him with your lips wrapped around him, letting your hand caress around what you can't fit into your mouth whilst you look up with wide eyes
-he praises you so damn well when you let him throatfuck himself using you - saying allsorts of things like this is your best use, huh? this is the best use of that pretty mouth isn't it? sometimes he even cuts the rhetorics and just tells you straight: god your mouth feels so good 'round my cock, you sound so fucken' hot when you use your mouth like this
-you come away from sex with george looking like hell - hair messy, voice almost gone, makeup half wiped away - but no matter how ruined you look, you always feel like you are glowing.
key take away from this: if you want to be made to feel like a princess being praised, go to arthur's. if you want to get ruined to hear the praise, go a few doors down from arthur's.
maybe some george clarkey angst/fluff?? like on a nightout, some fans catch you two being close and the reader freaks out but George reassures her? please and thank u!!! (i really like your writing! <3)
ACCIDENTAL SOFT-LAUNCH? // GEORGE CLARKE!
you and george had been seeing each other for the last month or so, both of you really liking how things were going between you. but you knew it was best to keep it on the low for a while. especially given george’s fan girls would definitely not be happy.
although they knew you and george were close friends, both of you doubted they’d suspect you were together. but you never know when there’s fans around.
tonight was your birthday party and the whole friend group were all going out for drinks. this would be your first birthday being with george and you were so excited to spend your day with him.
you were in your room with the girls — sabina, liv and flo. getting ready for your night out, but lowkey this was your favourite part, getting ready with your girls.
“so do you think he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend tonight?” sabina asks you from her place on the floor next to you.
you scrunch your face up in doubt, “i don’t think so to be honest, it would be nice. but i’m not too sure.”
“would you want him to?” she questions again, her eyebrows raised.
you nod silently, humming a small “yeah.”
the conversation between the four of you flows through the time spent getting ready, and before you know it you were in a club. music pounding through your body, the smell of alcohol filling the room.
you all get into a booth — sat in between chris and arthur tv, and directly in front of george. his eyes never leaving you, even when you were conversing with others.
your eyes meet as you finally look his way, “staring at me?” you mumble so only he could hear.
“sue me.” george raises his hands in surrender, “you look gorgeous.”
“thank you, don’t look too bad yourself.” you reply, eyes scanning him quickly.
he chuckles before raising a glass to his mouth, your eyes immediately landing in his big arms — practically salivating.
josh (chip) and sabina on the other side of the table, watches this interaction silently. sharing glances when either of you smiled at each other. “she said she wants him to ask her to be his girlfriend tonight.” sabina whispers to her fiancé.
“he wants to soon.” josh whispers back, “he just doesn’t know when it’s the right time.”
as your birthday night blissfully moves along, you finally ended up on the dance floor with george. moving in sync slowly with each other, the feeling as if it were just you two in an empty room.
“you having a good night so far?” he asks, his mouth dangerously close to your ear.
you nod with a smile, “yeah i am, thank you for coming.”
he shrugs casually, “wouldn’t miss it, would i?”
a cheeky grin appears on his face as he leans closer to you, lips brushing against each other.
“how could i forget to kiss the birthday girl?” he mumbles before pressing his lips completely against yours, moulding perfectly together.
what was a beautiful moment between the two of you — but you were both so unaware of what you’d be waking up to.
your head was pounding when you woke up, groaning when you open your eyes to your wide opened curtains. the sunlight blaring through the room.
you braced yourself for a few minutes before grabbing your phone, groaning once more seeing multiple notifications. much more than usual. which worried you of course.
scrolling through twitter first thing in the morning was a huge mistake, seeing that pictures of you and george had dropped. kissing.
“fuck sake.” you whisper to yourself, seeing a mix of comments.
“they’d be so cute.”
“i love when hot people date each other.”
“i hope they’re together!”
“idk i think he deserves better.”
“she’s way too pretty for him”
the comments didn’t help the spinning of your mind — you threw your phone to the side and sat up, eyes low from your head pounding.
a knock on the door breaks your trance, knowing the familiar knock you usher them in.
“hey..” george mumbles, peeking his head through the door — “alright for me to come in?” he asks.
“yeah of course.” you nod, speaking quietly.
he walked in with a glass of water and ibuprofen, sitting next to you, “how’s the headache?”
“absolutely pounding.” you breathe out, placing a palm on your head.
he hands you the medicine and water, “take these.”
you take them from him with a small “thank you” before downing it.
“so i take it you saw the tweet?” he breaks the silence, making you sigh.
“yeah i did, i’m sorry-” he cuts across before you can finish the apology.
“wow, you have no reason to be sorry. it’s not your fault.” george shakes his head, his brows furrowed. “please tell me you haven’t read the comments?” he questions.
you look away from his glance, knowing well enough that was the first thing you did.
george sighs, “y/n why did you look at them?” he asks, putting a hand on your thigh, “i promise you, whatever negative they said it’s not true.”
“i know that.” you sigh, putting your face in your hands. “i’m just embarrassed.”
“of me?” he questions, his face dropping slightly.
“what? no! of course not, just embarrassing that was our first ‘public appearance’, you know? i imagined a cute little soft launch.” you chuckle, before realising how stupid you thought you sound and threw yourself back on the bed.
he laughs, “y/n we can still do that, but i need to do something before.”
you quickly sat up, probably giving yourself whiplash, “what?”
“can i please be your boyfriend, it would make me the happiest man alive,” he smiles slightly, making you copy his facial expressions.
“of course you can.” you nod, bringing him in for a kiss — pecking his lips a few times.
“let’s do the soft launch then mrs.” he pats your leg, making you chuckle.
i finally! have something to deliver! ive had this idea for a while so im glad to share it! thank you @octaneink and @willnees for proof-reading 🫦
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Sitting in the kitchen, you’re sipping your tea. It’s barely warm however, as it has sat on the kitchen counter top for at least thirty minutes already. Arthur made you a cup, before one of your babies, the youngest, woke up and needed to be put back to sleep. Since you had a hard day at work, your husband immediately told you to relax as he took care of the situation.
It truly had been a long day - the emails you had to answer were borderline insane, your boss was pushing you to do things outside of your work field, and to add to that, the coffee machine broke. That was an absolute violation in your eyes. Then to top it all off, you got home late because of an important work meeting.
Arthur had a couple of days free, so he offered to be home the entire time with your two children, Audrey and Ashton. They were a handful from time to time, but your heart was full of love. Every single time when you saw Arthur with them, you knew he was perfect. He was gentle and loving with them. The look in his eyes every single time he got to hold his children in his hands was something you could never trade. The look of love, affection, the promise of eternal care was insanely peaceful.
Sipping your tea, you enjoy the silence. They were quite well-behaved - for a 3 year-old and a 9-month old, but they had their moments of absolute ruckus. You could tell, if there was even a sliver of silence from both of them, you knew they were up to something. Obviously, you loved both of them from the bottom of your heart.
You get lost in your thoughts. The last busy day with the kids had been when the large mass of uncles and aunts came to visit them for the birthday of your eldest. Any Youtuber close to Arthur was an uncle/aunt, and there were a lot of them. Besides the amount of people staying in your admittedly small flat, it was still a great time. Seeing your friends, like Chris and George interact with your youngest made your heart full of love - their calmness and joking side shining through. Now, your flat was empty and less familiar - the house you had purchased for your family was in the process of moving, so the last couple of weeks had been quite sad but hopeful. It killed you to take down all the perfect photos you had framed of Arthur with your children, and the moment Abbi was born, were all sitting in your luggage waiting to be transferred to your new living space. Luckily, in two days’ time, you would finally wave goodbye to this flat and welcome in a new start to your new life; to a happy family with Arthur.
You’re staring at your tea as you hear the door to your children’s room close. Arthur, in his typical all-black outfit, walks to stand behind you, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist, hugging you. His touch is warm, and his hands hold you like they always do.
“They’re finally asleep. Ash was refusing to listen to the new bedtime story book we bought. He finally budged, but we might need to find that one book he really liked.” He whispers into your ear, mindful of the fact that any loud noise might wake them up and the process would have to be repeated all over again. The tea in your hand is placed on the kitchen counter, turning around to kiss Arthur. The warmth, the familiarity, the love is irreplaceable. Your heart is warm. His touch is electric. You know this feeling won’t ever go away.
“At least this time he fell asleep. That one night still haunts me.”
Arthur silently laughs, remembering that one night months ago where your eldest just refused to sleep. Arthur had to leave for a brand trip the next morning and your morning would be filled with remote meetings. As infuriating as that night was, the memories were always sweeter.
“Don’t worry, lovie. We can relax now.” He sits down on the chair next to you, digging into the small bowl of peanuts you had left there that afternoon.
You chuckle, taking another sip of your tea, “I really just wanna sleep. We’re gonna barely sleep during the move anyway,”
Arthur nods as he stuffs his face with more peanuts. The silence is nice, calming. You’re both enjoying the moment, indulging in the lack of noise from your children. Even if they were what made you the happiest, you knew your nights with Arthur couldn’t compare. The nights where you both had nothing on your mind but dedicating each other to one another, revelling in the touch, the intimacy of warm skin - it was purely otherworldly.
“Do you know what I keep thinking about?” Arthur mutters, cleaning his hands on his sweats.
You hum, expressing interest in his thought. He continues, leaning closer to you.
“I broke your rule.”
You raise your eyebrows at this sudden statement. Tilting your head, you flash a loving smile at him, “Oh yeah? Do tell.” The final sip of your tea is done, wiping the counter from the slight condensation that had developed from your hot cup.
“You know, ‘Nothing good ever happens after 2AM.”
You think, the night immediately rushing into your mind. You know what he’s talking about, outside from the obvious reference to your favourite TV show.
“That night, it was after 2AM. And you still talked to me.”
A smile crosses your face, a breath escaping you.
“What was your first impression of me?”
You’d had this conversation before at least a million times. You already know what it was. It just felt warmer coming from him. Hearing how he felt before you dated always warms your entire body, feeling eternally grateful to striking up a conversation with him.
“Your outfit, your panic over the time, your small smile that you held when one of your friends made a silly joke.”
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1.52AM. And your Uber is late.
You frustratingly sigh at your phone, waiting for the driver to already show up in front of the club you were.
The jacket you brought, that you had lent to your friend, would’ve been really nice now. You gave it to her when she went out for a smoke, and you hadn’t seen her since. She was okay, you knew that much, but you hadn’t actually seen her. Knowing her, she was probably flirting with a guy for a cigarette.
As you’re waiting outside the club, your best friend approached you - she was worried about you. You laughed at her remark, knowing it had been barely two minutes since you stepped outside. At this point, you felt okay. The drinks were heavy, but ever since you went outside, the fresh air and being away from the loud obnoxious music had calmed you down, and you could feel yourself start sober up. Luckily, you were free from work tomorrow - or, today.
You help your friend sit down on the nearby bench. Her state makes you laugh, but you keep a thoughtful eye on her. She reveals that she has also ordered an Uber, apparently waiting for your other friend to show up from the bathroom. You sat next to her, listening to her next rant about the horrible tequila shots a random guy had ordered her. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that she was going to bring this up every single future bar visit you guys would have.
Your other friends make it outside, sitting in the Uber they had ordered. As you wave goodbye to them and make a sharp turn to sit back down on the seat you had just been on, you bump into something; someone. He yelps, and so do you.
“Woah, I am so sorry. I didn’t think you’d bump right into me,” he hurriedly speaks, worried over causing discomfort to someone random. His speech is a little slurred, a hint of alcohol in the air, but you wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise. You give him a quick nod, turning your attention back to your phone. 1.57AM, this is really cutting it cl-
“Are you sure you’re okay?” the man speaks up again, his voice calm. You’re a little confused over his question, but wanting to end this conversation, a ‘no worries, mate’ slips out of you. 1.58AM. Your Uber is fascinatingly late. This is not good.
You take a deep breath, hoping you get to go under your warm covers soon enough. Some commotion happening near the entrance of the bar makes you turn your head - suddenly, you recognise the familiar jacket from the grasp of some of the guys’ - it’s your long-lost friend with your jacket. Looking at your phone, 1.59AM. Shit. I really want my jacket back.
Taking the risk, hoping to defy the odds, you run over to the group of guys. You hear your friend hollering at someone, most likely a joke as you get closer. Instead, I see her side-hugging a guy. Tall, his quiff, widest smile I've ever seen, and when he speaks, the Geordie accent stands out immediately. This must be the guy she had been on a couple of dates with, Will. She'd told me a couple of weeks ago about this guy and what a gentleman he had been to her. I guess they bumped into each other at the club after I lent her my jacket.
"HEY!" your friend drunkenly slurs, practically full-leaning on Will. You give her a shy smile, feeling all the looks on you from the random group of men. One pair of eyes stare right through me, and when I look slightly to my right, I see the same guy who bumped into me. The jokes write themselves.
This time, I get a good look at him. His short hair, clean-shaven face, the concealer on his forehead not blended in that well. The black jumper, black jeans match with his black shoes. The only slight stand-out is his pink cap, which is grasped in his hand. By the time you look up again, his slight smile flashes you before he turns his toward someone talking next to him.
Without having to check your phone, you can feel it. It’s 2AM. You huff, wanting to end this interaction and hopefully catch your taxi without a hitch, “Hey, love, mind giving me my jacket back? My taxi’s nearby.” You’re lying through your teeth, because it was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago.
She detaches herself from the guy, “I am so sorry babe, I was g’na give this back to you right away, I promise!” She struggles, trying to pull off the jacket and keep her bag balanced. You snicker to yourself, finding amusement in her slight troubles. You still feel the pair of eyes on you, not even needing to look to know that it’s the mystery man you bumped into. The universe seems to have this funny way of interrupting you, to stop certain things from going smoothly. Your plan has worked for the longest, and this is the one time you’re forced to stay out?
She finally gets it off, loudly talking about something funny that happened whilst she’d left to go to the bathroom. You nod along, not really listening, thinking back on the time ticking down.
As you place the jacket on your shoulders, you pull out your phone with one hand and wave with the other. You remind her to text you when she gets home, and she gives you a drunken bear hug, the smell of cigarettes poignant.
With your phone in hand, you’re pulling out the app to check the location of your taxi, as you wince at the time - 2.04AM. Just as you’re about to walk toward the same bench you were sitting on before, that guy stops you in your tracks.
“You’re not gonna stay with us?” He asks casually, keeping a bit of distance from you. Taken aback at the question, you turn your head between the bench you want to desperately sit down on - your heels doing your legs no justice - your phone and him. Laughing awkwardly, the time still reminds you that it’s time to be home.
“Nah, I’ve had enough for today.”
He briefly looks back at the group behind him before turning his attention to you, “Hey, I really am sorry about before-”
“It’s really no problem. Shit happens.”
You both stand in silence, not knowing how to continue or end this conversation. You look at your legs, feeling the ache on the bottom of your feet. The mystery guy senses your discomfort, “Wanna go sit over on the bench?”
Sighing happily, you nod and start walking toward it, him trailing behind you.
As soon as you land, you throw your head back in relief, glad to not put any more pressure on your feet than necessary. Next thing you feel is his jumper against your jacket, his aftershave way more noticeable now that it’s just the two of you. All you can think about is the time. It’s borderline annoying at this point. It feels like the universe is purposefully keeping your taxi from showing up. The guy next to you lets out a forced breath, as if he’s trying to ground himself. You see him fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper, his leg crossed over the other.
The silence starts to bother you, and not knowing what else to do to pass the time, you decide to strike up a conversation with him.
“Any reason you’re staying with me?”
His eyebrow raises slightly, confused by your question.
“I just mean, that.. umm, all of your mates went inside. Any reason you didn’t?”
His expression relaxes, looking down at his hands. You see him smile shyly to himself, “The music’s awful. Trying to enjoy a bit of fresh air.”
You chuckle at his response, agreeing with him. Typically, the music tends to get better as the night goes on, but this specific club seemed to have the opposite incentive. If you didn’t have to go home, you probably would’ve left this early anyway.
“Didn’t want to let you sit on your own out here as well.” He quietly murmurs, his head still down and his hands still busy at his sleeve. Sharply turning your head toward him, you hold in your breath. This is ridiculous, right?
As if realising what he said a little too late, he also sharply turns his head to look at you. His eyes are wide and he leans further away from you.
“I mean if you want me to be here of course, I wouldn’t want to push and make you feel weird and if you do feel that way, then please tell me and I’ll let you be…”
His speech is quick, rapid, rambling. You can barely process it in your sobering state. Weirdly enough, you find it endearing?
Your thoughts trickle back to the time. It’s way past 2AM. Maybe, this time, you can afford to make a mistake.
“Woah woah, it’s okay..” you interrupt his rambling, placing a hand on top of his knee. He immediately shuts up, his shoulders slumping down. He looks into your eyes expectantly, waiting for you to say something.
A genuine smile crosses your face, “You can sit here with me.”
A genuine smile crosses his face, “Okay.”
His tone is soft, quiet from his earlier monologue. He finally feels brave enough to lean closer to you again, your shoulders touching each other.
Laughing to yourself, you shake your head, “Well, my plans are ruined.”
His head turns to you, “You have plans?”
“More like ‘had’. And it’s actually very silly.”
He chuckles, leaning closer to you. “I think I can handle silly.”
This time, you’re fiddling with the end of your shirt, “By silly, I mean extremely silly. Embarrassing even.”
“I doubt it.”
You look at him and find his eyes already looking at you. You can’t help but smile at him, the thought of your taxi arriving at some point long gone.
“I have this rule… ‘Nothing good ever happens after 2AM’, you know, from How I Met Your Mother?”
He hums, “Go on.”
“If the clock hits 2AM, it’s just best to go to bed. And not do anything silly because it’s the wrong decision anyway and you’ll regret it. Has kept me grounded for years.”
He gives you a smirk, “Am I another one of your regrets?”
Teasingly, you answer: “Depends on how this is gonna go.” Your smug response has him staring into your eyes. For such a rambling man, he can have his confident side, which makes him even more handsome.
He looks away from you to the taxi that has now parked right near the bench. Shock passes through you, and you check your phone. That is your taxi. And now you have to leave. You both stand up, feeling somewhat, even surprisingly disappointed. He shoves his hands in his front pocket, his eyes on the ground.
“I hope I get to see you again.” he utters, walking with you closer to the taxi.
“I do as well.” You give him a tight smile. He takes his hands out of his pockets to give you a small hug and you reciprocate. His touch adds to the warmth your jacket has already given you, and when he pulls away, you feel colder than before.
Just as you turn away to open the car door, he stops you, a loud voice beaming from him. He takes your phone, taps around on it before giving it back to you with a grin.
“Let me know if you don’t regret this.” He waves before pacing himself to the club.
You tilt your head at his exit, smiling widely to yourself. He is full of surprises, this mystery guy. In the car, you find to see his contact in your phone.
Arthur.
Glad to put a name to such a good-looking man.
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“And I remember walking back into the club, finding Chris and just rambling about you to him. He laughed in my face at the time.” Arthur chuckles quietly at the memory, cleaning up a bowl and putting it in the dishwasher. You also laugh at the memory. When Chris met you for the first time, actually during normal hours and not drinking, he was bewildered to realise that you were the girl that Arthur somehow managed to ‘bag’ that night.
You join him near the dishwasher, putting your finished cup of tea in there as well. Arthur stands behind you, leaning on you and resting his head on top of yours. He lightly sways you back and forth, holding you close to him, his hands holding your shoulders.
“Imagine if I hadn’t bumped into you.” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Don’t even. Don’t wanna think about it.” you mutter sleepily, wanting to go to bed with your husband already. All this nostalgia, retelling the loving memories of your soulmate always makes you sleepy, ready to enjoy even more of him.
“I’m so glad you decided to talk to me. Even with my baby face.”
You silently laugh at the memory of his clean-shaven face, “But you were so cute then.” Your words stretch out, making Arthur stuff his face even more towards your neck in embarrassment.
“Your longer hair and facial hair makes you about ten times sexier though.” He pulls away with a shocked expression, pulling you closer with his hands from your hips, a smile ever present on his face.
“I think you need to sleep, lovie. Gonna get me excited for nothing.”
You quietly hit his arm, and he pulls away again with an even bigger smile. He turns you around to kiss you on the lips. It’s quick, but full of love and promises. Promises that he has kept and will keep.
“Let’s sleep then.”
You both walk to your bedroom, turning off the kitchen lights as you exit the room. Your clothes get thrown around the room haphazardly, caring more about getting to cuddle each other this late at night, in the quiet.
You still believe it, though. Nothing good happens after 2AM. The one and only exception is your Arthur. The only exception you’re willing to make.
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i had to look at old arthurtv videos for reference. he looked 18 when he was 24 and he looks 24 now when he's 29. remarkable
authors note: hey guys! thanks forever for all the support, I'm on a bit of a roll with posting atm so trying to do the most before I hit a wall 🥸 as an art history student this is mega self indulgent but anyways 😀
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living with three boys whilst privately dating one was not for the weak. you lived with arthur hill, george and chris — and you were dating chris but the other two didn’t know.
it made wanting simply things hard such as; wanting to kiss him whenever you wanted to, wanting to be in his arms when you all watched a film in the living room, wanting to hear his compliments out loud instead of small whispers. but it also made you very sexually frustrated.
you and chris have had sex a few times, but awfully quiet. you enjoyed the sex, but always having to cover your mouth with your hand made it less pleasant. having to pretend the headboard banging against the wall was one of you filming a youtube video.
but today, you were feeling it differently. chris just looked criminally good effortlessly. he was stood under the kitchen light, wearing black shorts and a white tshirt. no one had ever looked so good wearing something so simple.
“right, arthur should we get going?” george spoke, getting up from the kitchen stool.
arthur stood up from sitting with you on the couch, saying goodbye. but before they left, you had to make sure of something.
“how long will you be out boys?” you asked innocently, glancing up from your phone.
“about two or three hours, keep dinner for us please!” he tells as he jogs out the door to keep up with arthur.
the door closes behind them, a silence lingers. the only noise being the voices playing from the tv.
you hear chris shuffling around in the kitchen, prepping dinner before he speaks up. “you alright? been awfully quiet today.”
“mhm, i’m alright.” you look at him with a small smile,
“what’s that look about?” he chuckles, putting everything down as he walks slowly toward you before throwing himself down next to you.
“what look?” you ask innocently once more, looking up at him with wide eyes.
he laughs at your look, finding it humorous at how you made yourself out to be so good. but he knew what you were thinking.
“so what do we do whilst they’re gone?” you asked in a suggesting tone, looking at him.
“got a few ideas.” he hummed, twirling your hair around his finger.
“yeah? tell me.” your tone dropped slightly, feeling a flutter in your lower stomach just from the way his eyes were scanning you.
“gonna show you instead baby.” chris smiled as he brought you to sit on his lap, making you feel how hard he was under you.
“already?” you raised your eyebrows, gesturing to the tent in his pants.
“well with the way you were looking at me, yes.” you both chuckled quietly as chris spoke.
you lean in to kiss him, his tongue finding yours as his hands squeeze your waist. you let out a small moan into his mouth, making him buck his hips up against yours.
“baby — please. let me taste you.” he practically beg, a small whine to his voice. you nod quickly.
he unbuttons your jeans, slowly dragging down the zipper — all whilst remaining eye contact with you. his pretty green eyes staring deep into yours.
“chris, please.” you grind down against him.
he groans at your pleading and leans you back against the couch, and he kneels on the floor in front of you. he tugs your jeans down until they pool on the floor.
chris starts kissing your thighs whilst whispering sweet nothings, making you smile. he tugs down your panties, and his mouth immediately latches onto you.
and lord, was he eating you out like a starving man.
your eyes shut close in pleasure as your mouth drops open, but out of habit you silence yourself — making chris speak up.
“no let me hear you, no one’s here. cmon pretty girl.” he urges you to let go of the noises you were begging to make.
you let out a loud moan as he uses his tongue on you like he’s never done before.
“feels so good chris, please don’t stop!” your voice comes out choked, pausing between every few words as the man between your legs makes you see stars.
“not gonna stop.” his voice vibrates against you making you whimper, pulling on the roots of his hair to tug him closer.
“please, please.” you don’t even know why you’re begging, it just feels that good.
“you close babe?” he asks, your head nodding ferociously.
“so close, mhm.” you cried, making him chuckle.
the vibration of his deep voice just pushed you over the edge, your back arched off the couch, pushing your clit against his tongue even more as you make a mess on his mouth.
“there we go.” he whispers as he rides you through your orgasm.
you pant from the sofa, looking down at chris with a small laugh. he gets up from his position, his mouth glistening from your mess.
before he climbs on top of you, you stop him — putting your hands on his strong chest.
“wait- chris. can i ride you?” you ask shyly, feeling your face grow warm.
he chuckles, his dimples popping out, “please baby.”
he sits next to you and drags you to sit on top of him. he roughly pulls you down to meet his lips, making you taste yourself on his tongue.
you unbuckle his belt, throwing it on the floor with a smile. you tugged his jeans and boxers down.
he pulled away from your lips, needing to make sure you were okay. “you sure?” he exhales.
you nod before lining up him up with your entrance, sinking down with a small gasp.
“jesus.” you moan, throwing your head back, using his thighs to balance yourself.
no matter how many times you and chris had sex, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to his size. him being the biggest you’d ever been with.
you move your hips slowly at first, adjusting to the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
“you’re okay.” he assures you, with a small grunt.
at his words, your hips move at a faster pace. you moved you hair to the side and focused on the pleasure he was feeling.
“i love the way you feel inside me.” you choke out, biting your lip.
his hands are gripping your hips so tightly that you’re so sure they’ll be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care. at this point, you wanted him to mark you as much as he could.
“keep going y/n.” he moaned, inching closer to his climax.
you moaned loudly before clenching around him, back arched as he hits the perfect spot over and over.
“yes! right there.” you moan before reaching your high, falling forward against his chest.
he wraps his arms around your waist, taking control. he thrusts up into you at a quick pace, chasing his orgasm at the same time as you.
“shit.” he grunted as his hips still, feelings him empty inside of you. his teeth find your shoulder, biting down but not enough to draw pain.
you both sit there for a few minutes, catching your breath with your eyes closed.
“you okay?” chris asks, rubbing his big hand up and down your spine.
“yeah, i’m good” you mumble against his chest.
chris got you cleaned up and dressed into pyjamas before returning to the kitchen to cook dinner before the boys came home.
just on queue, the keys rattle and the door swings open revealing george and arthur, slightly tipsy.
“hey guys! oh, amazing foods ready just as we’re home.” george rubs his hands together before sitting on a kitchen stool.
“so what did you two get up to?” arthur asks, taking a bite of his meal.
“oh nothing.” you say, glancing up at chris to see him with a small smile on his face.
“yeah, nothing.” he winks.
😀. soooo. i kinda hate this but it’s been in the drafts for a while LOL.
Where AB takes you to the gym for your first video.
~established relationship, fluff, slight sexual mentions, very minor mention of weight (no detail)~
a/n: it’s a long one! x
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“Okay guys it’s currently 2 am and we’re going to the gym.” You laugh at the camera in your hand. It felt slightly strange considering you’ve only done it briefly when AB’s been filming, but now it was your turn due to popular demand.
“Yeah this is what happens when the mrs is scared to film in public.” AB addresses the camera, coming up behind you and slinging an arm round your shoulder.
“Oh jog on mate, as if you’re not.” You tut at him.
“So I’m your mate now?” He retorts.
You move out from under his arm and stand in front of him, “yeah we’re just friends.” You say, giving him a smile.
“I’ll show you just friends.” He mutters, coming towards you and caging you in his arms.
“AB!” You guffaw, “no inappropriate comments.” You scold, blushing, remembering that you were still filming. I mean you wouldn’t edit it out— not unless he said something really bad.
He laughs, sponging a kiss to your cheek before going to grab his car keys.
“Let’s go then, buddy.” He says, holding the front door open for you.
You roll your eyes at him, grabbing your water bottle and phone, still filming with the camera in hand.
You didn’t properly tell AB how much it meant to you that he agreed to go the gym so late at night, in fact he was the one who came up with the idea, knowing not only how reluctant you were to film in public but also how you were scared of the gym, for fear of being watched. He swapped out his usual morning work out for the one he was going to do now. He was always doing things like this for you— anything to make your life easier, even if it inconvenienced him.
“Thanks, Honey pie.” You say as you pass, laughing when you hear him grumble at the atrocious pet name.
“Just get in the car. Don’t wanna hear anymore out of ya.” You heard from behind you.
“Guys are you hearing this? The sass out of this man is crazy.” You say to the camera, hopping into the passenger seat whilst AB locks up the grotto.
You shut off the camera and get comfortable in the passenger seat, already loading up spotify as you were most definitely on aux.
AB then climbed into the car, looking sexy in his loose fitting grey joggers and white compression top. After all this time together you’ve still never watched him work out, for fear of you jumping his bones right there in the middle of the gym. God you were gonna have to restrain yourself tonight. But what you didn’t know, was that AB was having similar thoughts about you, sitting there all pretty in the zip up lululemon jacket he’d bought you— the bbl jacket you called it. But then again when did he not want to have his way with you, he imagined you’d look hot in a bin bag— bloody gorgeous woman.
“Right let’s ‘ave a little motive in the car then.” He says, putting the key into the ignition.
You play the first song, already getting hype, “nah this is such a tune.” You comment on your own song choice, making AB laugh at you.
After a car ride full of both of your favourite songs you arrive at the 24hr gym, thankful to see no other cars in the car park.
Once actually inside and each of you putting your things in the respective change rooms, you switch on the camera to get started with the actual part of your video.
“Right, so what first?” You ask AB, looking clueless.
“S’probably best we warm up, yeah?” He says, starting to stretch.
“Mhm.” You hum in agreement, placing the camera down so you’re both in frame.
You really try to take this seriously, but you couldn’t hold back your laughter at watching AB contort his long and wide body in funny ways.
“S’rude to laugh at people in the gym ya know.” He comments, coming over to your crouched position and nudging you so that you lost your balance and toppled over.
“I bet it’s bloody rude to knock people over in the gym too!” You exclaim, holding out your hands for him to help you up.
AB grabs hold of your outstretched hands, hoisting you up and forgetting his own strength, causing you to stumble into his chest. You place your hands on his waist whilst he wraps his arms round your shoulders and smile up at him. He leans down and places a gentle kiss against your lips. Which you blur out in the edit, adding an “ew” sound effect in the background.
You make your way over to the treadmills, AB taking the camera off you to film instead.
“First, cardio.” He says filming himself before flipping it around to you. “Up ya get Y/N.”
You roll your eyes, regretting saying yes to this video idea already.
“I fuckin’ hate running.” You comment, pressing start on the treadmill.
“No complaining to the coach please.” AB deadpans.
You look over at him in disbelief ready to say something, before he reaches over and turns the machine up, causing you to run faster to keep up.
“AB!” You exclaim, already getting worn out.
“What’d I say.” He responds.
You simply turn to look at him and the smug expression on his face, sticking your tongue out at him and the little bit he was doing.
AB stopped filming and went to do his cardio instead leaving you to finish up your running. Once you felt satisfied— or, well, too tired to continue you went over to admire him, wishing his sweaty body was above yours in a bed and not on a treadmill.
He eventually steps off and you wolf whistle as he comes over to stand above you from your seated position.
He smirks and shakes his head at the noise, prompting you to get up and follow him.
“What’s next then coach?” You ask once you started filming again.
“You’re gonna spot my bench press. Reckon you can mange that?” He says cheekily, loading up the weights onto the bar.
“Yeah, how hard can it be.” You say confidently.
He stares at you with a twinkle in his eye as he watches you come over to him after setting up the camera.
“How heavy is this thing anyway?” You ask flippantly.
“One forty.” He replies, laying down on the bench.
“What, pounds?”
With you stood behind him and him lead down staring at you, dangerous thoughts enter his head of all the times he’s been underneath you, looking up at you— same way he is now— as he drives you to orgasm.
He shakes his head clear of the memories he knows he’ll never forget— one’s he wouldn’t want to, before answering you, “no, kg.”
You look at him gobsmacked at what he just said. Jesus you knew he was strong but not that strong, and the way he said it too, so nonchalantly as if that wasn’t over double your weight.
Just as he goes to lift up the bar you say, “just so you know if that falls on you or something, I genuinely won’t be able to lift that. Like I could try but you’ll still walk out of here with a concave chest. Well you probably won’t be walking either.”
“Jesus, Y/N. Don’t make me laugh whilst I do this, else you’ll be the cause of my concave chest.”
“S’just a warning, coach.” You mutter.
He squints his eyes at you for making him laugh again, before preparing to lift the bar for the second time.
He shoots daggers at you in warning and takes a deep breath before hoisting it in the air and bringing it back down to his chest, managing it twice before placing the bar back in its hold.
You clap as soon as he’s done, genuinely amazed at his strength and trying not to think too hard about how much that turned you on.
“Me next!” You cheer once he’s stood up.
He looks at you in disbelief, ready to shut you down and lecture you about how you can’t lift things that heavy without training. But you knew what he was going to say, so you didn’t let him start instead you carried on, “no, I want you to lift me. Show me what you got coach.” You tease, sticking your tongue in your cheek.
You were unsure if having him touch you right now was a good idea, especially after the display you just watched, but you thought it would be fun. Plus it would be great for the video you almost forgot you were filming.
He goes to lay down on the spongy part of the floor, knowing it would hurt less if you happened to fall but he would never let that happen.
“C’mere then girl.” He grins, holding his hands above his head.
Now that it was happening you were a little bit scared. You stood to the side of him unsure of even how you were doing this.
“Quit being a pussy and fall back onto my hands. I’ve got ya.” AB tells you.
“It’s scary!” You exclaim. “What if I hurt you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’d hurt more if a fuckin’ feather fell on me. C’mon.”
You roll your eyes, turning around and hoping he’ll catch you as you awkwardly fall against his outstretched hands. You cross you arms against your chest as you feel yourself being lowered to his chest and then lifted into the air again.
You giggle as he continues to do the up and down motion, doing more than necessary but he felt like showing off.
After what felt like him doing that a hundred times, you roll over onto his chest and rest your head against his stomach, patting his chest.
“Okay, we get it big boy. You’re ridiculously strong.” You say.
He chuckles, causing your head to vibrate from where it’s lead on his stomach. He brushes some fallen strands of hair out of your face before sitting up, making your head roll into his lap.
“Up ya get.” He says.
You refuse, stretching out like a starfish with your head still in his lap.
“I can’t be arsed to do anything else. M’tired.”
“Tired? You’ve barely done anything.” He laughs at your ridiculousness.
“Yeah but it’s past my bed time.” You mumble.
“Let’s get you to bed then.” He coos, bending over to place a peck on your forehead.
You again blur that out in the edit and take that as you’re cue to get up.
You go and pick up the camera, “okay that’s the end of the workout, we’ll wasn’t much of a workout but it’s like 3 am now and I need to go to bed.” You inform the audience.
“Well maybe if you let us go to the gym at a normal time this wouldn’t be happening.” AB pipes up.
“Sorry are you not the one to come up with this idea?” You question.
“Are you not the same girl who’s afraid of the gym when there’s other people there?” He retorts.
You stuck your tongue out at him, knowing he was right.
You ended the video before leaving the gym, knowing you’d be too tired to do it once you made it back to the grotto. You hoped it turned out okay and that people enjoyed it.
You were already excited to film the next one.
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i hope you guys enjoyed this one!!! sorry it’s quite long i just couldn’t help myself they’re so cute.
see you in the next one xx
love and kisses, avril ⋆˚࿔
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